~Marco~
"Will someone please wake me up?"
Rachel was still sitting on me when she said this. I pinched her.
"Ahh! You little pervert! You ever touch my ass again and I'll.I'll."
"You COULD have gotten off of me."
In the blink of an eye, Rachel's hands were around my neck and squeezing. "J. . .Jay . . . Jake!" I rasped.
"Let him go, Rachel." Jake said distractedly. He was watching the redheaded girl, who, at the current moment, was jumping up and down in glee, pointing at us and yelling "Andalites! Andalites!"
Yes, I am aware that my life tends to get a little insane.
The Helmets were watching this all with mild amusement. They do seem to be quite an unusual species. The one that had first stepped out of their strange looking spaceship said, as if he were commenting on the weather. I wonder how they ever managed to obtain something like the power source.
The power . . .uh-oh. Tobias sighed.
See, the reason we had run into the Helmacrons was because they had come here looking for our blue box. The blue box that is the key to morphing. The blue box that there was no way we were going to let them have.
I guess the blue box gives off a lot of energy. The Helmacrons wanted to use that energy as a sort of battery for their toy-sized spaceships. They had come here twice, and with each visit gotten more and more annoying.
And deadly.
So far, the only thing the Helmets seemed to have in common with their relatives was their looks. This was a good thing. They also seemed to be missing the Helmacrons' shrink ray, which I guess made sense. It wouldn't do them much good to shrink us down to dust particle size. Who knew, maybe they would make us taller. I could hope, at least.
"Look, we cannot let you have the blue bo-I mean, power source," Jake was patiently explaining.
The redhead girl had gotten tired of jumping, I guess, and was now rushing at Rachel, who was now standing next to me. She hit Rachel shoulder first, like one of the Green Bay Packers at their best.
Rachel moved maybe a fraction of an inch. She looked down at the girl, who was obviously a Controller, the way someone might look at a particularly small, but ferocious, dog. Annoyance mixed with a very tiny amount of pity.
You WILL be giving us the power source.
"Andalites! Andalites!"
"Waaaahhhn. Waaaahhhhn."
"Aaaauugghh!" Rachel exclaimed. "One, you are NOT getting the blue box. Two, we are NOT Andalites. Three, Marco, if you do not take care of robo- baby right now, I WILL kick your sorry ass."
"Only if I get to pinch yours-"
The Helmet pointed something that looked like a ray gun at Rachel and me. Rachel was too busy screaming at me to notice. I shoved the girl out of the way, then tried to push Rachel, too, but she grabbed my arm.
"Don't you dare try to push me, you puny miserable little runt-"
The Helmet squeezed the trigger. A light flashed.
The, suddenly, it was night.
"And it will not be pretty, do you hear me? NOT PRE-oh."
Rachel stopped in the middle of her ranting. "Um . . .where are we?"
It must have been late at night, because it was almost pitch black. Really pitch black, no streetlights, no cars, nothing. The moon was shining, and the stars as well, but it wasn't much.
I could still see houses, though. They were kind of old fashioned, none of them with plastic sidings, and all wood, no light blue, yellow, white, or any of the other colors you usually see houses.
I had the distinct feeling we were standing in the middle of a road. It wasn't paved, and compared to what dirt roads I'd seen, this one was in the bottom three.
A dude on a horse rode up to us. He was dressed in old-fashioned clothes, like maybe he was a reenactor of some war or something. I saw a Civil War reenactment once, and it was pretty cool.
"Be prepared!" He called to us. "The British are coming!"
"Did he just say . . ."
"Uh-oh."
"Will someone please wake me up?"
Rachel was still sitting on me when she said this. I pinched her.
"Ahh! You little pervert! You ever touch my ass again and I'll.I'll."
"You COULD have gotten off of me."
In the blink of an eye, Rachel's hands were around my neck and squeezing. "J. . .Jay . . . Jake!" I rasped.
"Let him go, Rachel." Jake said distractedly. He was watching the redheaded girl, who, at the current moment, was jumping up and down in glee, pointing at us and yelling "Andalites! Andalites!"
Yes, I am aware that my life tends to get a little insane.
The Helmets were watching this all with mild amusement. They do seem to be quite an unusual species. The one that had first stepped out of their strange looking spaceship said, as if he were commenting on the weather. I wonder how they ever managed to obtain something like the power source.
The power . . .uh-oh. Tobias sighed.
See, the reason we had run into the Helmacrons was because they had come here looking for our blue box. The blue box that is the key to morphing. The blue box that there was no way we were going to let them have.
I guess the blue box gives off a lot of energy. The Helmacrons wanted to use that energy as a sort of battery for their toy-sized spaceships. They had come here twice, and with each visit gotten more and more annoying.
And deadly.
So far, the only thing the Helmets seemed to have in common with their relatives was their looks. This was a good thing. They also seemed to be missing the Helmacrons' shrink ray, which I guess made sense. It wouldn't do them much good to shrink us down to dust particle size. Who knew, maybe they would make us taller. I could hope, at least.
"Look, we cannot let you have the blue bo-I mean, power source," Jake was patiently explaining.
The redhead girl had gotten tired of jumping, I guess, and was now rushing at Rachel, who was now standing next to me. She hit Rachel shoulder first, like one of the Green Bay Packers at their best.
Rachel moved maybe a fraction of an inch. She looked down at the girl, who was obviously a Controller, the way someone might look at a particularly small, but ferocious, dog. Annoyance mixed with a very tiny amount of pity.
You WILL be giving us the power source.
"Andalites! Andalites!"
"Waaaahhhn. Waaaahhhhn."
"Aaaauugghh!" Rachel exclaimed. "One, you are NOT getting the blue box. Two, we are NOT Andalites. Three, Marco, if you do not take care of robo- baby right now, I WILL kick your sorry ass."
"Only if I get to pinch yours-"
The Helmet pointed something that looked like a ray gun at Rachel and me. Rachel was too busy screaming at me to notice. I shoved the girl out of the way, then tried to push Rachel, too, but she grabbed my arm.
"Don't you dare try to push me, you puny miserable little runt-"
The Helmet squeezed the trigger. A light flashed.
The, suddenly, it was night.
"And it will not be pretty, do you hear me? NOT PRE-oh."
Rachel stopped in the middle of her ranting. "Um . . .where are we?"
It must have been late at night, because it was almost pitch black. Really pitch black, no streetlights, no cars, nothing. The moon was shining, and the stars as well, but it wasn't much.
I could still see houses, though. They were kind of old fashioned, none of them with plastic sidings, and all wood, no light blue, yellow, white, or any of the other colors you usually see houses.
I had the distinct feeling we were standing in the middle of a road. It wasn't paved, and compared to what dirt roads I'd seen, this one was in the bottom three.
A dude on a horse rode up to us. He was dressed in old-fashioned clothes, like maybe he was a reenactor of some war or something. I saw a Civil War reenactment once, and it was pretty cool.
"Be prepared!" He called to us. "The British are coming!"
"Did he just say . . ."
"Uh-oh."